After watching his own disciple's match, Ye Feiyang had no interest whatsoever in anyone else's battles—in his eyes, those struggles were no different from children playing around.
With her chin pinched by him, Bibi Dong froze for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she immediately slapped his hand away with a sharp smack. What exactly was this man trying to do? He kept making such ambiguous moves again and again. Didn't he know how easily this could lead to misunderstandings? He clearly already had a wife at home, yet he repeatedly teased her—one moment suggesting she become his secret lover, the next touching her so casually. A nameless fire burned in her heart, yet she had nowhere to vent it. He wanted her to serve him alongside other women? What a joke! Even if she, Bibi Dong, leapt from this height, she would never agree to such humiliation!
"Dean Ye, please conduct yourself with dignity," she said coldly, her tone filled with undisguised rejection. "Your skin's pretty elastic, though," Ye Feiyang added with a grin, his tone frivolous. Bibi Dong stumbled and simply pretended she had heard nothing, cursing him shamelessly in her heart. Ye Feiyang did not care and continued, "I came to Spirit City this time not only to watch my disciple compete. More importantly, I came to see you about something..."
Bibi Dong immediately cut in, "I know. You're just afraid I'll make a move against your disciple." "That's only one reason." Bibi Dong was almost angered into laughter—what other reason could there possibly be? The moment her daughter Qian Renxue had returned, she had urged her to step down. And that girl named Xiao Wu was clearly the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had escaped all those years ago. Now that she had appeared